"Honestly, it's something that is hard to put into words," you admit. "There's just something being around a fire ring with others, listening to the crackle and the smell, the warmth it gives off... I'll see if I can't get some firewood to burn, we're going to do that one of these nights. Maybe try to cook on it, too - definitely brings a different flavor out that the stovetop or gas grill won't do."
>"Alright. I'm game for that, I suppose."
"I'll just need to get a bare rim from out back, that way I'm not burning the whole junkyard down."
>"What, afraid that sand is flammable?"
"With the number of crapwagons that have been hauled in and out of here and the leaks they possess, I wouldn't be totally shocked, Middie."
>She clearly didn't expect that answer, but nods regardless.
"Maybe someday we'll do a double date with Teddy and Starla."
>"Okay, *now* you're getting too far ahead of yourself," Midnight scolds.
"I said someday, not tomorrow," you reiterate. "Though it's good to know you're not opposed to actively dating in the public eye."
>You are teasing her.
>"We're testing the waters right now. You're also testing your luck."
"Maybe," you say, reaching over with your left hand and ruffling her hair up even more than it already is at this point. "But it's fun seeing you all worked up, little wisps of steam coming out of your ears..."
>"Oh, shut up," she says quietly, doing her best to hide her head from you while she undoubtedly fights off embarrassment.
> It's funny to see her like this.
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